Mr. Unlucky (3 page)

She cried out, the sound pushing into the kiss, her tongue sliding against his, sweet as sugar. Addie was all curves, all soft, giving woman. Bodie wanted more. Her breasts rubbed his chest, her nipples hard as rocks.

“Need you, honey. So bad.” He bent to kiss first one, then the other.

“Good thing for you I’m not a cock tease.” She pushed up into his lips, fingers wrapping around his aching flesh.

“No. No, you’re a woman who knows what she wants.” He could tell that already. He fucking liked it.

“I am.” She tugged his prick, hard enough his balls drew up into a tight package. “And I want you.”

“I just need a rubber, honey.” Like he could move right now.

“Uh-huh. Where?”

He rolled his eyes toward the nightstand on the right side of the bed. That drawer stuck like crazy. The set had been his grandpa’s.

“‘Kay.” She leaned over, offering him a look at that amazing ass as she tugged. The way she wiggled and jiggled set off all his bells and whistles. He felt like the cartoon wolf in the Red Riding Hood gig.

She turned, looked over her shoulder, eyebrow arching. “Is there a trick to this?”

“It sticks.” He could move now, so Bodie helped out, leaning against her, rubbing up on her while he yanked the drawer open.

They laughed together for a minute, and Bodie sort of couldn’t get it, how she was so damned easy in her skin. It didn’t matter if he got it, though. He would just wallow in it. He rolled her over when she waved the box of condoms, putting her on her back on the bed.

She bounced a little, the little packets going everywhere, making her chuckle.

“Good thing we just need one. For now.” Bodie didn’t want to rule out a second go.

“Mmm. I love a man with promise.”

“Good.” He got one of the rubbers out, got it smoothed on his cock. He didn’t have to ask if she was ready. He did reach for her, though, taking her lips as his fingers pushed inside her, teasing her slick walls. He stretched her as gently as he could, but he was like a freight train that wasn’t going to be able to slow down.

“Cowboy. Bodie. Stop teasing and fuck me.”

He thought he might be in love. This was dangerous. He pulled his fingers free and settled between her legs, his cock sliding into her like he was meant to be inside.

She felt like heaven, wrapping around him, her sweet pussy pulling his cock right in. She made this noise, soft and feminine, almost surprised, and he pulled back just so he could push in and hear it again.

“Bodie.” Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his waist.

“Uh-huh. Oh, honey. So hot.” She was giving, tight, perfect for him.

She nodded, rocked up onto him, moaning deep in her chest as she did.

Just in case this never happened again, Bodie tried to memorize everything, from the way she smelled to the way her hair curled as it dried. His old bedsprings were just singing, squealing up underneath them. The rhythm was good, easy to keep up, even though he was losing his breath.

Pushing up, she mashed their lips together, her mouth soft, warm, hungry. The kiss went on and on, their tongues mirroring the movements of their hips. Bodie could feel her body tighten, her wet pussy holding him as her hips sped, driving them together. He was so close his teeth hurt, but he wanted her there with him, wanted to feel her come, feel the wildness she burned with, just under the surface.

“Soon. Don’t stop, cowboy.”

That wasn’t going to happen. No fucking way.

“Soon,” he agreed, the word strangled as all hell, and he pried one hand up out of the sheets, trying to push it between them. He could help her along.

Her wet curls tried to stymie him, but he persevered, fingertips stroking her clit, making her gasp and twist under him. She was so slick, so ready, and Bodie knew it wouldn’t take much. He pressed and circled, encouraging.

“Bodie!” She gasped and that was it, her entire body flushing with her orgasm.

“Oh. Honey.” He watched as long as he could, but it was only seconds before he tipped over the edge, too, his balls pulling up so tight his belly ached.

He moaned, muscles shaking as he held himself up. Her pretty blue eyes twinkled up at him, just awake and happy.

“Damn, cowboy. That rocked my world.” She clenched around him. “Tell me we get to do it again.”

Bodie choked out a laugh. “I sure hope so. I might just die happy, though.”

“It’s better than kicking off miserable, man.”

“You know it.” He kissed her, his belly rumbling with a whole different kind of hunger.

“Mmm. Somebody’s hungry.”

“I am.” He could try to be embarrassed, but what better to work up an appetite than sex. “You munchy?”

“God, yes. Feed me, cowboy!”

He hugged her, just feeling like he needed to let her know how damned happy she made him, just like that. “Come on, then, honey. I got beer and bacon and frozen waffles.”

“Sounds perfect.” She stood up, stretched. “You have a long shirt I can borrow?”

“T-shirt or button down?” He knew what his choice would be.

She grinned, the look all naughty woman. “Button down.”

Woo hoo. One of his soft old t-shirts would be great for nipplage, but the button down was always the countryman’s choice. He pulled one out of the closet and tossed it to her after he dealt with the condom.

She snuggled right into his shirt, and the sight was enough to make him hum. He reached out, tugging a curl of her hair. “Food.”

“No, cowboy. I’m a girl. Food lives in the kitchen.”

“Cave cowboy confused.” He screwed up his face, pulling a big silly frown. Then he headed to the kitchen.

Her fingers squeezed his butt as he passed by, making him stand up on his tiptoes. She wasn’t shy at all. He grinned. Lord.

“Sorry, it was right there.”

“Don’t apologize.” He wasn’t sorry at all.

She leaned against his kitchen counter, all sex kitten, looking for all the world like Ann-Margret. He’d gotten teased for liking that lady in high school, but hey, she’d been Catwoman. What was not to like?

Addie gave him a quizzical look. “What are you thinking?”

“How you look like Catwoman.”

“Meow?” She did that playful claw-finger wiggling thing.

“Yes! All you need is a pleather cat suit and ears.” Oh. Bad boy, thinking that while naked and putting waffles in the toaster.

“And the little mask, don’t forget that. It’s important.”

“Mmm hmm.” He was just gonna explode. “It’s breakfast food, but late night supper. You want beer, milk, juice or tea?”

She pursed her lips. “I don’t think beer goes with waffles, cowboy.”

“No? It goes with bacon. I could make bacon. If I put on pants.”

“I don’t need bacon.” Her hands wrapped around his hips. “Pants are overrated.”

His blood rushed south, and he thought maybe they just ought to eat syrup and butter. Off each other.

She was amazing, purely sexual, and she made him ache. Even as his stomach growled again. Traitor. He grinned. “So, milk or juice, traditional woman?”

“Mmm. Juice, please. I like it tart.”

“You bet.” He liked her. She was not a tart, but she was pithy. He chuckled.

They settled at his table, her feet in his lap as she tore pieces of her waffle off with her fingers. She dipped it in syrup, licking the drips off before she munched. She was so sensual, so wonderfully unself-conscious.

“So how long you been in town, honey?”

She grinned. “I moved back about six months ago. I’d been traveling for work and my dads offered to let me stay with them for a couple of months before I decided what to do next. I’ve been kinda hiding out, though. Taking pictures and stuff.”

“Your dads?” Oh, now, he had a feeling he knew exactly who she was talking about. “Brandt and Chris?”

Addie nodded. “Yeah. Maddie’s my twin sister.”

No way.

No way.

Everybody knew Maddie Grainger. She was a big-time barrel racer—big and blonde, stacked to the ceiling, and about as tough as they came. No way this tiny slip of a sex kitten was her twin.

He shook his head. “That’s hard to believe, honey.”

“We’re twins, not identical. Two dads, two turkey basters, one surrogate.” She laughed like it was the most reasonable answer ever.

Maybe it was, to her. Family could be a strange thing. He had three brothers and a sister, all younger, and not one of them looked a bit like him. He took after his momma. They all took after dad.

Of course, now that he looked, he could see where she took after her tiny bull riding daddy. Chris had been a wildfire, burning up the circuit, once upon a time. She had the same kind of build, almost birdlike, looking so delicate, but with a core of steel. And if she’d been hiding out, it explained why he’d not seen her around town.

He reached down, put one hand on her ankle, circling it, and she hummed. “You’re warm.”

“Are you chilly?” He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.

“I am fabulous.”

That was no lie. She was about as fabulous a woman as he’d ever met. And this was from a man who’d been engaged twice. Wow, that was a deflating thought.

Her head tilted. “You okay, cowboy?”

“I am.” He shook it off, put on a happy face. No sense inviting trouble.

“Good. No worrying when I’m right here enjoying you.”

“No, ma’am.” Impulsively, he went to stand between her legs, licking syrup off her upper lip.

She reached up for him, his sleeves falling down around her arms. Addie felt like heaven, all soft skin and curves, pressing against him.

Her tongue slid against his and she tasted like maple and cream with a hint of apple.

Delicious.

Bodie went after more of the flavor, rubbing closer, feeling his shirt from the outside instead of the inside for a change. The tails of it tickled his knees, her belly soft against his prick. She hugged him to her, her breasts pushing at the buttons, spilling out a little.

Damn, was she for real?

He nipped at her lips, while both of them slow danced, right there. The taste of her just drove him crazy, and he was revved up again in no time.

She reached down, cupped his balls one more time. “Ready to play again, cowboy?”

Bodie went up on tiptoe, his breath coming in hard. “Hell, yes.”

“Excellent.” She winked for him, and led him back to his bed, just like that.

Chapter Two

Addie woke up, at dawn, and padded to the bathroom. She was sore in the most pleasant way. Bodie had turned her inside out, made her half-crazy with need and then took care of her.

It was amazing.

She grabbed her phone out of her back pocket of her jeans, texted Maddie, who should be up and feeding animals. “Am fine. Met a cowboy. OMG. O. M. G.”

“Slut,” was what Maddie sent back. “You date Yankees.”

“Never again. SO good.” She combed her fingers through her hair, brushed her teeth with her finger in case Bodie wanted a good morning kiss.

“Good on you, girl.” Maddie was always happy for her, no matter what.

“Nods. Late lunch? Dos Hermanos?”

The text came back so fast it left skid marks. “Yes. Please.”

“I’ll call. Love u.” She put her phone back and headed back to the bed, to the mussed cover and the cowboy sleeping there. She slid in, one hand rubbing along Bodie’s side.

“Mmm.” Bodie had a rough morning voice, but he didn’t sound grumpy at all. “Hey, honey.”

“Morning. It’s still raining outside.”

“Is it? Then feeding can wait a little. Or I’ll call the boys, see if they want some work later.” His hand slid up along her thigh.

“Mmm hmm.” She scooted closer. “I’ll help. I’m totally helpful.”

Totally.

“Are you? I’ll even feed you.” He was so warm against her. So muscled and furry.

“It’s a deal.” She leaned in, nuzzled his ear.

“Good.” He slipped his hand between her legs, just like that, touching her intimately.

“Oh.” She moaned at the tiny jolt of electricity that shot through her belly, her tongue flicking out. “Hello.”

“Morning. Seems silly to waste the rain, huh?”

“Absolutely.” What had he said? She just couldn’t concentrate with his fingers working her clit. She giggled. That should be on a t-shirt.

“You laughing at me, woman?” He tweaked her and she arched, body begging for another touch.

“You know it.”

“Well, I like a girl who can laugh in bed.” Bodie kissed her chin. “When she’s not pointing at anything, anyway.”

“Oh, cowboy, that’s the finest bit of rope I’ve ever had. I’m not laughing at that.”

“That’s comforting.” He hummed, pushing two fingers inside her where she was wet and ready.

Her eyelids got heavy, and her chin dropped, lips parting as he stretched her. She squeezed her thighs around his hand, her belly fluttering hard. God he had good hands, and he knew how to put them to good use.

She rocked down, riding Bodie’s fingers, the sensation making her mouth dry. The way he touched her made her feel like no one else ever had, and she was pretty sure she was addicted already.

“Love how soft you are,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her clit.

“Bodie.” Oh, right there.

Right. There.

“Uh-huh. I can feel how you like that, Addie. Like warm honey.” He did it again and again, making her thrash.

He was sliding down, mouth on her nipples, stubble feeling just right on her skin. The scratch and burn of it had her jumping a bit, her legs falling open. Bodie made a happy, hungry sound, groaning as he licked and lapped his way down her stomach. He was an oral man, that was for sure. He nipped at the crease between her hip and thigh.

Oh. Her legs spread, hips rolling as easy as could be. He made her a little dizzy.

“Mmm.” He turned his head just a few inches and lapped at her, his tongue pushing between her folds.

Addie cried out, head tossing on Bodie’s pillows.

He held her hips and tortured her with his mouth, his breath falling on her, heating her even more. Bodie was like a machine, never letting up.

“Bodie. Oh, man. Just like that.” She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t into it.